This morning, at 5 AM, I awoke to my sweet little Brian snuggling up. We laid there and talked for a couple minuets before I got up, woke his brother, and fed them breakfast. I bathed them, got their cloths out and their backpacks ready, with all the care in the world. As I knelt down and began to tie Brian’s shoes, he reached over and patted the crown of my head.
Was he about to say something sweet, something to hit that Dad button deep in the core of my being? I love it when they just, out of the blue, say something like “Papa, I love you,” and I began smiling in anticipation.
After a moment of patting my head he finally said with amusement, “Papa, I can see your brain.”
“My brain?” I asked, oblivious.
“Yes, at the top of your head.”
It wasn’t the best way to learn my hair is thinning up there, but far from the worst :-).